Take Me As I Am

The Weekend

Friday had finally come, classes came and went with happy Wizards and Witches running towards dinner in the Great hall. Harry and Draco sat in silence at the Slytherin table, eating their food without even a word.

Harry finished his Dinner, taking a large swig of Pumpkin juice. He looked over at Draco who seemed to be doing the same. Its been two days...why hasn't he even looked at me? He asked himself, chugging the rest of his juice.

Draco pushed away his now empty plate, placing the fork down. He felt the hairs on his neck stand up as Harry kept staring. Bloody hell why must he look at me like that??? He yelled internally, doing everything he could to ignore him.

Harry scowled, smacking his empty cup on the table. "Malfoy."

Draco sighed, turning his head slowly. "What is it Potter?" He said dryly.

"You've been ignoring me, what's your deal?" Harry finally confronted.

Draco knew he couldn't avoid Potter anymore, not when they lived together, had the same house, and ate meals together. What am I suppose to say to him??? I can't let him know...

Harry scowled again, pulling at Draco's sleeve. "Malfoy!" He snapped.

"What?!" Draco growled.

A few heads turned at the Slytherin table from the loud yelling, soon going back to their conversations.

Draco sighed, looking at Harry for the first time since Thursday. "This is not the time for this." He snarled, looking around anxiously.

"It will never be the right time will it?" Harry said irritatingly, stuffing a cookie in his face, walking away from the table.

Draco watched Harry walk out of the Great Hall. "Dammit Potter..." he said quietly to himself.

Pansy smacked into Draco as she slid down the benches, as she often did. "Draco! How's it going?" She grinned as she snatched Draco's drink.

"I thought I made it clear I didn't want to talk with you." Draco said, fiddling with his snake ring.

"I'm your best friend! We use to talk about everything." Pansy said with a sad expression. "Am I not enough for you? Do you like Potter more than me???"

Draco swung his head to glare furiously at Pansy. "What does that mean?"

"Word around the Slytherin dormitories is that you and Golden Boy are more than just friends." Pansy sneered, biting into an oreo.

Draco's face paled, his mind flashing moments of Harry ontop of him. "That's ridiculous..."

Pansy bumped her shoulder into Draco's. "Then why are you blushing?"

Draco got to his feet, a mortified look on his face. "Never speak to me again!" He snarled, stomping out if the Great Hall.

Harry had made it back to the room, stripping his school clothes off, throwing them in the laundry basket. He put on his slytherin pajamas with a matching green T-shirt. He was frustrated with Draco, but he was too tired to continue fighting about it.